Long after you have swung back away from me I think you are still with me: you come in close to the shore on the tide and nudge me awake the way a boat adrift nudges the pier: am I a pier half-in half-out of the water? and in the pleasure of that communion I lose track, the moon I watch goes down, the tide swings you away before I know I`m alone again long since, mud sucking at gray and black timbers of me, a light growth of green dreams drying.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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